Lakota my love by Mark Martin

Lakota my love

by Mark Martin

There was a sweet wolf named Lakota. She lived for 13 years. There wasn't a body of water she hadn't swam in the Bay Area. I came home one week before another summer was to begin, her heart was barely beating, she was unconscious, but present, waiting for me. She was always so well mannered, gentle to a fault, beautiful, adventurous, a completely non violent soul. Wish humans could be like her. Stubborn yeah. She knew what she loved. She insisted on you taking note of her concerns and needs or she'd bark at you to let you know. How we loved her. I can't imagine life without her still. We were blessed by her presence whether on a trip to Lake Tahoe or driving cross-country to the East Coast. Everywhere she went, she made friends. I hope I know the likes of her again in this lifetime and if not I pray that there is a "Rainbow Bridge."

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